I am pleased to present my first collection of poems under the title of "Songs of Dawn" published 151 poems I wrote between October 2008 and June 2009 which had been kept until now, after review , unchanged, only to correct errors that could detect, I decided to publish freely, for free download and in a format that is accessible to me. This is a digital book that lay within reach of anyone who is interested in reading this series of 151 poems. This, my humble realization, may contain errors, which I apologize and take full responsibility, since I'm the only editor and try to review as best I could, as I am responsible for all content of this collection.
No more I leave you with the presentation of poems and invite you to download this PDF format, also if you want to share with others, they can, their distribution is totally free.
Thank you all for your support.
Victor R. Azuaje
Presentation
"Your continuing trend is to give poetic form to reality;
others try to give reality to what is supposed poetic
to the imaginative, and so there is more than materials deadpan "
Goethe
The year was 2008, I had 22 years old when I started writing poetry, not for the first time, but continuously before had already made attempts, but always ended disposing, I'm not sure why, perhaps for aesthetic or style, or perhaps just because of insecurity at the prospect of not having enough talent for poetic expression. Hölderlin say that poetry is "the most innocent of all occupations" and innocently could say I started writing the series of 151 poems published in this paper, all are organized in order chronologically according to when I wrote them almost can guarantee that these 151 poems together tell the story of my life in October 2008 to June 2009, respecting chronological order for that reason, when I read I notice changes in my own being within this time, restatement of ideas, new concepts and steady progress towards new perspectives.
As I said, the beginning of this poetic history is innocent, is given with the poem entitled "Doll" was my first step and say this happened in support of a woman who was dejected, to face some sick reality of a decaying world, who read the poem can understand the reaction to my support, encouraged me to follow writing, note that could influence your mood and propel him forward, and this in turn prompted me to me to start writing.
And my poetry became reality, day after day in the solitude of my room in the heart of the city of Caracas, take evening hours to reflect my reality in poetry, each poem is a reflection of a feeling, an idea I saw in some time and decided to immortalize it in a language that was unknown to me, but if unavailable, the language of poetry, language that sweet and innocent, which I still inaccessible, 151 written that poem called, are nothing more than attempts to penetrate the language innocent in this world where reality becomes poetry and I'm sure I have not yet penetrated.
who enters this world, I really should abandon hope, all preconceived ideas and let my lyrics are written in his soul , feel and look beyond, as the poetic language of a young man who tried to enter the world of poetry, is not enough, I can say that just brushed the surface, when my desire was to plunge into its depths and reach the roots from which could grow to reach the heights, where it rises beyond the innocence of poetry, pretentious attempt to reach the summit and failed, I admit, but this confession is not a declaration of defeat, if not a declaration of principles, he who has reached the summit aims must first dive into the depths.
We welcome the depth of me.
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